The Collection

Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Writing Prompt#14 : At the heart of her

 

At the heart of her is  a collection of memories-

sweet kisses, bitter tears, harsh words and kept promises.

At the heart of her

is where her dreams sleep and her nightmares run wild

and her brain tries to tell them all to sleep,  let it rest for awhile.

A the heart of her

where songs she learned as a girl and stories she has  told as a woman

whisper to each other when she watches the snow fall or the Sunset.

At the heart of her

are the sounds of closing doors, turning locks

a car door slamming shut and driving away

these sounds are louder then all of the rest

and they take up the most room

At the heart of her.

Can I Have A Word?

FOWC with Fandango — Din

Words and phrases dulled by constant over use, their flavor lost to the tongue, the sound

of them  are an assault upon tired ears, their sole purpose is to attack the  human digestive track without mercy.

Separately, collectively on social media or spoken live-

a constant din,

fouling the air more efficiently then any plague or smoke from raging fires could:

 

What not, what not, what not,

LOL

I know, right? Scroll On. Troll Alert!

New normal, FREEDOMS! Yeah But…

All Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter,

Second amendment! Second Amendment! Second Amendment!

Literally, On the same page, Awesome Sauce!

 

A word salad  going bad in a bowl in the back of the refrigerator. I want to pretend like it’s not there, waiting for me to clean it out.

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